Poetry 160: The Gift of Time

My time is not your time

And your time is not mine

But my future is set firmly in your present

And your past in mine

 

Two worlds apart

Separated by oceans so wide

They converge at one point

A connection I cannot hide

 

What lies in the future and the past

I cannot just ignore

For if I live in both worlds

I must have a gift that lies deep within my core…

 

-AAS

 

 

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